Hey, you came back for week two! Fantastic! After a promising premiere, The Shannara Chronicles continues to be a fleet-footed feast for the eyes. Let’s get to it.
We left Wil and Amberle facing down a Fury with naught but a tiny dagger, so it’s a good thing that Allanon charges up to behead it with his magical Transformers sword. Unfortunately, the demon leaves him with a gaping wound in his side that he hides from his companions as they get on the road to Arborlon.
While traveling, Allanon lets it slip that the other Chosen were murdered. Naturally, Amberle’s horrified, leading her and Wil to doing some pretty-elf bonding. Wil admits he was terrified to face down the demon, and Amberle admits she’s afraid to return to Arborlon. “I caused this,” she says.
Before anybody can pull a Robin-Williams-in-Good Will Hunting, though, Allanon collapses. He insists the duo leave him in a Druid cave and continue to Arborlon. But Wil, the would-be healer, decides to collect mud from the Silver River; it has healing properties and could help Allanon.
En route, Wil and Amberle get to know each other. Wil says he doesn’t know why Allanon picked him as her protector, and Amberle tells him his ears turn red when he lies. So he fesses up that he’s from the Shannara bloodline. Amberle’s impressed at that royal lineage, but he’s quick to point out, “I’m no warrior, and I can guarantee you, no magic runs through these veins.”
If fact, he plans to bug out as soon as he gets Amberle to the palace while Amberle intends to bail after they heal Allanon. Oh ho, we shall see, little elves.
At the Silver River, Wil strips to dive in, and it’s nice that farm boys have access to free weights and creatine in the Four Lands. Not sure about the river’s healing properties, but it does have the ability to get Austin Butler shirtless — not that Amberle’s complaining.
But surprise, surprise, when Wil emerges from the water, there’s Eretria! Everyone’s favorite Rover has Amberle with a knife to her throat, and she’s there with the biggest Rover from her band (who’s also not skimping on the creatine). Amberle and Wil are each surprised that the other has already met Eretria. The Rovers don’t believe their warnings about demons and force them to come back to their camp — despite the fact that Wil tries to convince Eretria that there’s more to her than just her Rover instincts.
“I can’t believe that you fell for some half-baked Rover seduction,” Amberle hisses to Wil. He tries to argue that Eretria’s not his type, but Amberle points out that his ears are turning red again.
Wait, you guys. Do you hear that? Listen closely. That right there is the sound of a love triangle emerging from the earth, clawing its way to the surface in a frenzy of bitten lips, repressed sighs, and fleeting glances. Welcome to the show, love triangle. Not sure yet if we’re glad to meet you; let’s see how angsty you get.
Hey, did you forget about Allanon? He’s having a no good, very bad day, amirite? He was reunited with his long-lost love, only to have her torn apart by demons, and then he took a Fury claw to the gut, and now he’s stretched out on an uncomfortable-looking stone cot with light-up runes. The good news is he inhales the runes’ red sparks, which magically erase his wound. Guess Wil didn’t need that mud after all. And see, I blame Amberle and Wil’s predicament on the taciturn Druid. If he’d said, “Go to Arborlon; I’ll catch up with you after I heal myself with Druid magic,” then Wil wouldn’t have been mucking around in the Silver River to get them captured. But noooo, Allanon had to be all, “Leave me. Save yourselves,” and that activated Wil’s healer instincts. Communication: It’s not just for PR departments, guys.
NEXT: Wil lives up to his magical bloodline